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In response to the Wallflower's post.
This is just my thoughts on the article below:
http://newnation.sg/2011/07/frustrated-singapore-musician-moving-out-of-her-homeland/
Okay, fine, you know, some of us may be judged the same way before we get the most wu hua paycheck from the company that hires us. But of course, living on this alone in Singapore is like…super unstable. No matter how hard you try.
Perhaps we have to be like...
June 2011
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May 2011
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Two men walk into a bar. The first says, "I'll...
x.
short small average wallflower pale blue-eyed green-eyed rimmed-specs
eyes.
eyes.
eyes.
sentimental.
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sensitive to words and
body language
body language
you don’t mean what you say
if your skin and bones don’t show.
Because I believe a collective of shallow happy things should add up to something deep.
:D
A lot of dreams fulfilled the past 3 years here… A concert, sound and music for film which was very well received, an audience so loud that my ears hurt from the cheering, video game asset preparation, sound design for a play… Things that I have to do next is a musical and music for choreo then I can leave totally satisfied that I have never wasted my time in this school, it’s so...
7.
Do you feel it? My hands, on your shoulders, drawing you closer
With my chin, just above your neck, breathing deeply
Could you describe what’s it like to me? Because darling, from the way it’s going
I feel nothing.
vomit.
I was just listening to “To Zanarkand” and my brain just had this stupid urge to vomit and vomit and vomit. So vomit I shall. 1. 4am, insomnia, dread, unsure, where to begin? Whatever I’m doing feels like a dissonance waiting to be resolved But tension, tension, He wants to watch me implode from the stress. I’d rather explode. ”You, you, you, look at yourself as...
April 2011
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At least you know that when I hurt you
It was the truth and its for your own good.
March 2011
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I’m just sick of ego, ego, ego. My own and everybody else’s. I’m sick of...
– J.D. Salinger (via brontyde)
February 2011
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